


TracerMom! Omnibus One

by tracer mom (kibigo)



Category: Overwatch (Video Game)
Genre: Age Difference, Counter-terrorism, Epik High - Freeform, F/F, Gen, I mean really slow burn, Mostly just Tracer's story tho, Mostly serious stuff, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Political Drama, Romance is the point but it's also beside the point, Slow Burn, You know how it goes when you're at war, korea - Freeform
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2016-10-29
Updated: 2016-10-31
Packaged: 2018-08-27 13:40:51
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,067
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8403817
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/kibigo/pseuds/tracer%20mom
Summary: In an attempt to put soldiers where the Omnics are, so to speak, Tracer heads to Korea to assist with the MEKA squadron. Things don't go entirely as planned, and she ends up falling in love… with none other than D.Va's mother!An anticipated total of ten chapters, providing the full TracerMom backstory. The entrancing tale of a charming young British agent trying to make headway in a foreign land, and the unpredictable nature of love. (See beginning notes for more information!)Rated Teen for language and possible suggestive themes.





	1. Prologue (GIBRALTAR)

**Author's Note:**

  * Inspired by [TracerMom (Pilot)](https://archiveofourown.org/works/8386318) by [tracer mom (kibigo)](https://archiveofourown.org/users/kibigo/pseuds/tracer%20mom). 



> Hello, and welcome to the first TracerMom Omnibus! TracerMom is an unapologetic (ship? fanon?) in which Tracer (Lena Oxton) falls in love with D.Va's mom (Song Jung-suk; OC) and finds herself becoming something of a parent figure for D.Va (Hana Song) as she is initiated into the Overwatch programme. That probably sounds a little more esoteric and insular than it actually is. Really, TracerMom is about finding love in unexpected places, and taking on new responsibilities as you grow into a better person—starring Tracer, so you know it's going to be good >:').
> 
> The goal of this Omnibus is to introduce and flesh out the TracerMom plotline a little better than I did [in the original pilot](http://archiveofourown.org/works/8386318), adding backstory and additional character detail for Tracer, D.Va, and especially Song Jung-suk, and to hopefully capture a more nuanced and engaging relationship between all three. It will also feature a substantial amount of general Overwatch political drama and guest appearances from a number of other characters as events unfold.
> 
> My hope is for this Omnibus to consist of a total of nine chapters, plus a prologue which makes ten. It is a _very_ slow burn. Song Jung-suk will first be introduced in chapter four, and we likely won't see D.Va until chapter eight at least. That means that the bulk of this will be Tracer's story, so prepared for a lot of petite-British-woman-bumbles-her-way-around-Korea.  (Be also prepared for sheltered-American-author-bumbles-her-way-around- _describing_ -Korea, but I will try my best.) Chapters will be uploaded as they are completed, and tags may be updated accordingly.
> 
> As I've been writing the first few chapters, I've been tweeting a fair bit of process over [on my twitter](https://twitter.com/marrus_sh/), so feel free to follow along / contact me about the story there if you find yourself getting curious. Otherwise, happy reading, and I hope you enjoy!
> 
> _< 3 Go_

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Frankly, this chapter is optional and mostly just exists to situate everything in relation to the timeline / canon. The only reason I wrote it out as dialogue instead of condensing it to, like, a paragraph of exposition is because it's the only chance to hear from Overwatch characters who aren't Tracer for a good while. But, y'know, you might find value in it, if, idk, you like reading about Mercy getting mad.

The state of Watchpoint: Gibraltar was one of serious disrepair. Since the disbanding of the international peacekeeping organization years ago, the base had fallen under the singular care of Winston, Overwatch's leading scientific mind, a genetically-engineered gorilla known for his dedication to his projects and not his ability to maintain a functional workplace. His sentient AI assistant, Athena, did what she could to encourage cleanliness, but there was only so much persuading one could do from behind the glass of a computer monitor. The lab had been in pieces _before_ the attack, and was an absolute wreck after.

[The attack](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sB5zlHMsM7k) was the reason they were gathered here today. Winston, who chaired the meeting, was the one who had [issued the call](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwFu8kEsUW4); British field operative Lena “Tracer” Oxton, Swiss medic Angela “Mercy” Ziegler, and Swedish engineer Torbjörn Lindholm were also in attendance. Several other ex-Overwatch members had been contacted but were unable to make the trip: Genji Shimada was [handling unfinished business in Japan](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJ09xdxzIJQ); Reinhardt Wilhelm was [assisting with reconstruction in Germany](http://comic.playoverwatch.com/en-us/reinhardt-dragon-slayer); Jesse McCree was, according to recent news reports, [currently on the run from the law](http://comic.playoverwatch.com/en-us/mccree-train-hopper). Nevertheless, given the nature of the attack, it was made clear that waiting for full attendance was not an option. The uniforms of the assailants suggested that they were affiliates of the known terrorist organization Talon; the most likely reason for their assault on a long-defunct military programme was that they were planning to target attacks on its former members. This meant that _all_ of their lives were in danger, and they needed to coordinate a suitable response.

This was easier said than done, as the United Nations had with the Petras Act invalidated Overwatch's military charter, leaving its past members as little more than civilians (albeit ones with highly decorated pasts) and incapable of taking direct action without fear of prosecution. Mercy, who was a strict pacifist, had never liked the militaristic aspect of the organization and thought this change was for the best; Torbjörn, whose inventions had [fallen into questionable hands](http://comic.playoverwatch.com/en-us/torbjorn-destroyer) after the organization's disbandment, tended to agree with her. Winston and Tracer, whose lives had both been radically shaped by their Overwatch involvement, disagreed starkly with them on this view, and reconciling these differences in pursuit of the greater good was what this meeting aspired to be about.

At the moment, Winston was reading back to them [an article](https://playoverwatch.com/en-us/blog/20130523) from the latest issue of Atlas News. He and Tracer had [recently stepped in](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FqnKB22pOC0) to prevent an attempted Talon-coordinated museum heist, an event which, while successful (and no jurisdiction on Earth would dare to prosecute the two of them for it), had thrust Overwatch back into the public eye. Understanding public perception of the organization was considered critical when making their decision on how to move forward.

“Let's see… ‘The Overwatch Generation has grown up. We once believed in hope … and some have chosen to act upon it in astonishing ways.’” Winston's voice was strangely authoritative as he read the words aloud. “‘A Chinese environmentalist … saved a nest of endangered arctic wildlife … using nothing but her own inventions. A musician from Brazil … exposed and destroyed a corporation's exploitive use of local land. A professional-gamer-turned-mech-pilot has become a celebrity in Korea … These are exactly the types of remarkable individuals Overwatch would have recruited.’” Winston looked up from his tablet, adjusting his glasses as he faced the room. “She _does_ have a point.”

“What are you saying, Winston?” The meeting had just begun, but already Mercy's voice carried notes of exhaustion. She had been the most senior member of Overwatch at the time that the program was disbanded, and had spent considerable time in committee with the UN discussing the organization's various transgressions. At this point, the mere mention of the name seemed to visibly wear on her spirit. “That we attempt to recruit more members for an organization that no longer exists? This doesn't solve any of our problems.”

“Doesn't exist, my arse,” Tracer replied, as typical full of energy. “We're here, no? Even _if_ we can't go on the offensive, the more eyes we've got on Talon, the better, I say.”

“ _No,_ ” Mercy said emphatically. Tracer always was rather quick to jump to action, and while it had a definite charm, it also made for shitty policy. You couldn't use a chronal accelerator on global affairs, unfortunately. “Overwatch is and has always been a response to the _Omnic_ threat, which is at this point largely under control. We are not, and _have never been_ , equipped to serve as a counterterrorist organization. This is the reason why we fell apart in the first place.”

“So what, we're just going to do _nothing_ then?” Tracer's tone made it clear that she wouldn't accept that for an answer. “Look, I was _there_ when Talon [assassinated Tekhartha Mondatta](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U130wnpi-C0)—if we'd known they were coming, we could've stopped it!”

“Tracer has my point exactly,” Winston responded. “While I agree, Mercy, that Overwatch has… had its fair share of organizational problems, that is _not_ to say we can't do things right this time around. If we have the capacity to put an end to Talon's behaviours, we cannot just stand idly by and watch! We _have_ to do something.”

Torbjörn sensed Mercy's growing agitation to his left and leaned forward in an attempt to prevent it from reaching a boil. “Aye,” he said, “we have to do _something_ , but who's to say that something has to be Overwatch?” Torbjörn had been in the game long enough to know that a change of angle was often needed. “Right now Talon is taking advantage of everything we accomplished as an organization and turning it right back against us: our intel, our technology, they even have Amélie for Pete's sake.” Amélie Lacroix had been kidnapped by Talon and brainwashed into becoming a sleeper agent—now she was their most skilled assassin. “What's to say, if we start this up again, we're not going to end up with more of the same?”

“These people you're mentioning—that the article mentioned—they're just children, Winston!” Mercy waved her hand emphatically in the air, but Tracer attempted to cut her off.

“Oh, come now, they're not much younger than me—”

“Yes, _exactly_ ,” Mercy said pointedly. “My point exactly. They're children; we can't go asking them to take part in… take part in what is essentially an _illegal operation_ …”

Winston put his head in his hands, trying to explain in such a way as to calm Mercy down. “Nobody's asking them to do anything illegal. We're just expanding our network…” He had the opposite effect, and she was now shouting louder than ever.

“They'll get brought up on a conspiracy charge at the very least! You're talking espionage, you're talking unlawful armament, you're talking—I'm _assuming_ —some form of military engagement… We _don't have the charter_ for these sorts of things! We can't just go around acting like we're outside the law, or we'll be no different than the enemy we're fighting!”

“Just one second there!” It was Tracer's turn to get heated, as she rose out of her seat and pointed a finger angrily in Mercy's direction. “We don't _rob museums_. We don't _assassinate religious leaders_. We are _nothing_ like Talon—How _dare_ you compare us to them?”

“We don't get. To just do whatever we want. Without public oversight. Or approval.” Tracer's outburst left Mercy unfazed; she leaned back in her chair, her arms steadfastly folded at her breast. “I don't approve of this, period.”

“I have to say, I agree with Mercy on this one,” Torbjörn said. He certainly wasn't eager to join the fight, but letting Tracer and Mercy duke it out seemed unlikely to garner results. There had to be a compromise. “I'm with you, Tracer, in that Talon has to be stopped; I don't envy them getting their hands on any of my old tech any more than the rest of you, believe you me. But there's no reason not to play this one by the books.” He gestured with his hand around the room. “Look around. Our base of operations is a wreck; what's more, virtually all of Overwatch's old chief officers are now dead. None of us is Ana; none of us is Jack. We don't have the manpower, we don't have the funding; we don't have the _leadership_ … This isn't something we can do.” For someone who had started his sentence just trying to calm everyone else down, Torbjörn found himself making a surprising amount of sense. “That doesn't mean give up! But there's not a military in the world who wouldn't take one of us signing up to be in their service. We need to make connections, get involved on a _local_ level, and build up from there. No more of this international strike force business. It's not what we're good at.”

“There we go,” Mercy said with a sigh, relaxing backwards into her chair. “ _Finally_ , someone says something sensible.”

Tracer had had a frown on her face for the past five minutes, but at this point it changed from a mark of anger to one of contemplation. “Alright,” she said finally, admitting defeat. “Say we do that. Winston, you and Athena can certainly coordinate things here, but as for the rest of us… where would we go? If you're serious about any military in the world taking us, we should be strategic about it, yeah?”

Excited that the group had reached something which approximated tentative agreement, Winston snatched the moment and ran with it. He swivelled towards one of his monitors, and began typing rapidly into the computer. “It would be smart to go where there are already strong anti-Omnic military operations, as that will give us access to the most resources and they would be least likely to turn away the help.” A number of windows popped up on the monitor as Athena began feeding him back data. “Right now, it looks like our best shot is Korea—they've been in near-constant conflict with the Omnics for decades now, remember—and Russia, where what they're already calling a Second Omnic Crisis has only just begun. Word on the street is that they've been [experiencing difficulties](http://comic.playoverwatch.com/en-us/pharah-mission-statement) with the God Program quarantine down in Giza, so it might not be a bad idea sending someone to Egypt as well to insure everything there is under control.”

“I call Korea!” Tracer's hand shot into the air with a flash, eliciting curious expressions from all the others. “What?” she said nonchalantly. “Egypt is too hot and Russia is too cold. Gotta keep my chronal accelerator functioning properly.” She tapped the glowing device strapped to her chest as she spoke. This was not, strictly speaking, an actual concern (and Winston, who had designed the device, gave her a frown signifying he knew as much), but the others shrugged and did not press the issue.

“…I'll take Egypt, then,” Mercy replied. It was the mission which would likely call for the highest level of negotiation, which suited her skillset perfectly. “With luck, there will be no need for conflict and they'll have everything under control.”

“Fine by me,” Torbjörn said gruffly. “I'm used to the cold.”

“In the meantime…” Mercy had adopted a considerably softer tone, now that the group had reached a consensus. “Winston, dear, I know diplomacy isn't your strong suit, but try to get ahold of the major players and let them know what we're up against. Washington, China, the like. There's no guarantee that they'll listen to us, but we have no reason not to give them everything we have with regards to Talon.”

“I'll… I'll try my best.” Winston's voice was shaking—diplomacy really _wasn't_ his strong suit, but he did have Athena to help him with the phrasing of his letters. With that, silence descended upon the room, as each person contemplated their individual tasks. Tracer looked to each of them in turn, a light smile growing on her face.

“Feels kind of exciting, doesn't it?” she said finally. “After all these years, we're finally back in action! I mean. Sorta.”

And with that, the meeting was adjourned.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Coming up next: Tracer travels to Seoul!
> 
> TracerMom, as the name implies, centers largely around Tracer's story and travels, so we probably won't see or hear much more from Torbjörn or Mercy for a while. Then again, I'm sure we can all imagine what happens after Mercy makes Pharah's acquaintance ;)
> 
> I'm doing my best to keep things pretty close to canon, but the Overwatch canon right now leaves quite a bit open to interpretation and I'm definitely going to be taking a few liberties here and there. Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments, and I hope you've enjoyed the story so far!!


	2. SEOUL

The flight into Korea was quiet and uneventful. As arguably one of the best pilots in the world, it felt a little weird for Tracer to be flying commercial, but her time in Overwatch hadn't left her _that_ well off, and where was one supposed to store a plane capable of intercontinental flight in downtown London anyway? Instead, Tracer found herself flying business-class on a Boeing 787 and trying her damnedest to relax; she found this difficult at first, then they brought around the fizzy drinks and it was easy. (A slender 5'4", Tracer was an incredible lightweight when it came to champagne.) The poor gentleman to her right was forced to endure a good hour of her nonstop rambling before he had the good sense to pretend to be asleep; as it was a 11 hour flight not scheduled to arrive until early the next morning, Tracer figured it would probably be wise to follow suit. Having said that, it was still high noon Greenwich (Tracer smiled at this realization, absentmindedly wondering how McCree was doing on the lam), and her mind clearly had different plans. She didn't sleep a wink until late into that night.

Her destination was Seoul—Gimpo International, to be specific, as Incheon was too near the sea to be considered a safe destination for commercial flights these days. Athena had arranged there for her a meeting with “a prominent member of the Korean military”, who seemed enthusiastic about having her put in their service. A touch addled from the champagne, Tracer pulled out her phrasebook and attempted to study up before her arrival—Athena had assured her that the official spoke English, which was fortunate as Tracer sure as heck didn't know any Korean. But studying was never Tracer's strong point—she was too easily distracted—and she soon gave up. She opted instead to blast 에픽하이 Epik High through her headphones out of the vain hope she'd be able to absorb something through osmosis.

Epik High - 막을 올리며 (Encore)

The chorus rang in her ears: “I didn't realize that the show was over.” The band was coming back with their first studio album after two of their members had been conscripted for years of mandatory military service; Tracer found that the sensation felt familiar, even if her situation was reversed. After spending so much time with Overwatch, the military _was_ her normalcy, and she felt an uncertain excitement to be coming back.

The gradual decline of their descent woke Tracer from her nap. She glanced at her watch: 08:57 local time. They were arriving right on schedule. She yawned and stretched, then was suddenly jolted forward as the plane's wheels touched the ground. Frowning at the unexpected disruption, she popped her back and began quickly to gather her things. Her shoulders were sore from where her chronal accelerator had made contact with the seat, and she was eager to be on her feet again. She tapped her foot impatiently at baggage claim, and before long was out on the streets. “Nando, find me a coffee,” she muttered. It pained her British tea-drinking sensibilities, but the Americans were right—nothing cured jetlag like an old-fashioned cup o' joe.

“There is a McDonald's a few hundred yards east of here,” came her watch's electronic reply.

“Perfect,” she said, heading off in the appropriate direction. Tracer loved McDonald's.

* * *

They didn't sell bagels at the McDonald's outside of Gimpo International Airport, which didn't surprise Tracer particularly since they didn't sell bagels in _most_ of the McDonald's she'd visited around the world, but they sold bagels in the McDonald's outside her apartment in London so it was always worthwhile to check. She ordered extra hash browns to compensate, and by “extra” she meant, like, five. She found the coffee to be… bracing, and she drank it slowly as she ate. She had just finished her sandwich when a text message from Athena appeared on her phone.

> Tracer. _Please_ do not miss your appointment?  
>  Love, Athena

She rolled her eyes. Athena was undoubtedly monitoring her position, but glancing at her watch, she still had an hour. Tracer was more than effective at moving quickly when the situation required. Nevertheless, if only to appease Athena's nerves (circuits?), she decided it wouldn't hurt to get going. She dumped a handful of sugar packets into her coffee and chugged the rest, before discarding her trash and stepping back out onto the street. It was the end of May, and the weather was clear and temperate. There was a bus stop nearby, and she caught the next one travelling east as soon as it arrived.

One transfer later and she was standing outside the public offices for the Republic of Korea's Ministry of National Defense with fifteen minutes to spare. She showed her passport to a man in the front office, and a phone call later an escort arrived to take her to her destination. The escort seemed friendly enough, but he was clearly not a talker: Tracer's attempts to strike up a conversation fell immediately flat. Surprisingly, this didn't bother her: She was jetlagged enough to not mind a walk in silence.

She found herself in a nicely-furnished office, greeted by an older pudgy man who, while his uniform suggested he was highly-decorated, had clearly left his days of running about in the field behind him. The man closed the door behind her, although Tracer noticed that her escort still waited outside. Either they thought she needed the extra security (which she doubted), or they didn't expect the meeting to take long. She wracked her brain for the man's name—Athena had mentioned it in a message, but of course it would be rude for her to pull out her phone now. She was fairly certain his surname was Kim; in any case, it was as good a guess as any. Kim… Yung-keun? He certainly had no doubts about who she was.

“Ms. Oxton,” he said, smiling and shaking her hand. “A pleasure.”

“Right,” she replied, a little absentmindedly. _This_ side of military operations—the meetings, the bureaucracy—was never one she'd had a particular knack for. She was a field agent; her M.O. was to get in there, take out as many bad guys as she could, and then get the hell out of Dodge. _Jack_ had always handled the… other bits, and it felt weird doing things for once without his oversight. A little like signing her first lease, to be honest. “Apologies in advance if I seem a little out of it; it was a long flight over.”

“Yes, yes.” Kim what's-his-name seemed cheery, which Tracer took as a good sign—it was clear that he wanted her on their side. “Uneventful?” he asked.

Tracer nodded. “Very.” There had never been any Korean members on Overwatch, at least not any that she'd known, and so she found his accent more than a little difficult to parse. He seemed perfectly fluent, however, and she imagined that it was something she would just have to get used to.

“Good.” The man walked over and took a seat at his desk—large, well-organized, with a number of family photo frames and accoutrements of various sizes—and Tracer followed suit, taking a seat on the opposite side. “Well,” he said, clasping his hands in his lap. “To business.”

Tracer nodded, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.

“Your AI explained to me your current situation,” Kim continued. “After what happened at the museum, it is good that you have decided to… play by the rules.” He laughed. “We were all a little worried.”

Here Kim paused, although it seemed to be mostly for effect, as he had no trouble finding his next words. “I am a little surprised, though,” he said, “that you decided to contact us directly? Normally this is something that would be arranged between _governments_ — It's not often a British citizen shows up on our doorstep volunteering to join the Korean Army!” He laughed again.

Tracer got his intent immediately. He wanted to know where her loyalties lay. “Well, as you know, I'm not a member of the British Armed Forces,” Tracer replied, choosing her words carefully, “and we figured that the sooner I could get over here helping out, the better. As an ex-member of Overwatch, defeating the Omnic threat is always my first priority.”

“Yes, well, your history and abilities certainly put you in a unique position!” Kim gestured quite intentionally at her chest, where the chronal accelerator glowed softly. “We can't just turn you away. I've put in word with Jang Seo-jun, who commands the MEKA force down in Busan, and he has promised to set you up with a worthwhile position.” He picked a folder up off of his desk and handed it to her. Tracer took a quick glance inside and then let it rest on her lap. “Your travel information is in there,” Kim continued, “as well as accommodations for the night. The secretaries at the front desk will help arrange your paperwork and visa, so be sure to see them on your way out. In the meantime, hopefully you will permit us a short interview for the press? The country is excited to welcome you.”

“Right. Of course.” A presser she could do. At their peak, Overwatch members had been bona fide celebrities, and Tracer had always taken to the spotlight better than the rest. She liked inspiring people, and her upbeat, cheery energy had quickly made her a favourite for the public and journalists alike. After Overwatch had disbanded, she did a number of high-profile sponsorships, but as public interest in the organization had faded, so too had requests to use her image. She was sure she was more than a little rusty.

“Perfect.” A large grin spread across the man's face. “We'll receive you at 14:00, then?” He shook her hand again, and soon Tracer was being escorted back to the entrance.

“Nando, shoot Athena a message for me,” she said. “The meeting was a success.”

* * *

The interview, accompanied by a photo shoot, was brief and went well. “Korea is one of the most experienced nations in the world when it comes to dealing with the Omnic threat; I came to do what I can; yes, I am very excited to be here”—this was the gist of her statements, and the press seemed pleased enough with her answers. Now she reclined on her bed in the hotel room that the military had graciously provided her, watching the news and sipping her tea before bed.

> BREAKING: Ex-Overwatch Member Teams Up With Korean Government To Put An End To The Omnic Cris…

Tracer flicked off the television. She would read the story in the paper tomorrow, to be sure, but something about seeing her name and visage broadcast on national television was a touch intimate and personal for her right now. This was unusual for her—back when Overwatch was active, she used to love watching recaps of her heroics on the vids, listening to people reacting to her exploits with surprise and amazement. Of course, back then, everyone thought she was amazing; that was back before the controversies broke, back before the world had started looking at the organization's efforts, including hers, with a little more suspicion and doubt. It was infectious. She wondered, now, if she was doing the right thing—back then her objectives had been a lot easier to define, and she had felt conviction carrying them out, but now? Going into Korea and… somehow magically convincing them to join Overwatch's side? If she was fighting Omnics, it couldn't be a bad thing, but… something about it tugged at her mind anyway. She wished Ana, or Jack, were still around to give her direction. Tracer wasn't one for mourning, but it was times like this that she missed them most.

Her phone buzzed, and at a glance she saw that it was from Athena—updates from the other team members, no doubt. She tossed her phone aside without reading the message. Whatever it was, it could wait until morning. She hugged a pillow close to her chest and closed her eyes. Right now, she needed sleep.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Next: Travelling to Busan. Things… could be better.
> 
> There are a couple of phrases in this one ("cup o' joe"; "get the hell out of Dodge") which are blatant Americanisms and thus no doubt influences courtesy of McCree. Their path's didn't cross too often, but… they weren't not friends ;P.
> 
> I'm certainly no expert on what's hip in Korean music right now, but 신발장 SHOEBOX is hella lit and definitely the sort of thing Tracer would be into for her transcontinental flights. I've been listening to it a lot while writing this, in any case.
> 
> In the future, you get to name your Siri whatever the hell you want and Tracer has elected to name hers "Nando". This is clearly a colloquial short form for "Fernando" and not [a barely clothed cross-fanfic reference or anything](http://archiveofourown.org/works/7324573/chapters/16649740). In the future, smart watches are also $50 and you can buy them at Wal-Mart.
> 
> Hope you enjoyed ;)


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